courtyard

It had been a while , but she finally decided to come out for some fresh air , she looked around before taking up her usual spot in the corner. Sat on the ground and stared up to the sky and started to daydream again.

I was expecting /i look around again/ more people but no i guess this is actually good that its quiet, no?

/looks over at you, nodding my head/ that i am

/glances over/ you're new.

/stretches my arms above my head and looks around

/hums as i wander out into the courtyard

Alright, I’m alive

/slips into the courtyard for a breath of fresh air/

Oh I haven't checked in at all, taking the weekend off did me no good

Oh it needs to be cleaned now? i thought in general
*nods in understanding*
Well good luck i guess ?
If we need you, no we dont

*huffs before giving my head a slight shake*
I dont understand your request to clean when the weather is horrible since it needs to be cleaned now, but I'll just leave it at that for now.
*rises back to my feet and adjusts my pants*
I'll leave you all here and return to me office to get some work done.
If you need me...dont need me.
*pulls out my cell to check my emails as I head out of the room*

The only request I had was, i dont care how many guards you sent, I just wanted to do it when the weather is horrible, but that too is understandable
*looks at you then looks down at my shoes , puffing out my cheeks *
Well, I had no idea there was any, but yeah no I dont feel like it , no gardening for me
*sighs softly before slinking back down and leans up against a wall , again , sighing in content while also mumbling to myself also*
Even if he wants no blood, this is a prison, it will not be clean for ever, however for sure I will make sure I am not the first one to have blood spill
*puffs out my cheeks and plays with my shoe laces*

Opportunity revoked. I'm not letting you around any knives dammit.
I don't even know what I thinking even offering.
You want to do something with your fresh air? Go pull the weeds out from the yard.
*grabs a chair and settles onto it, crossing both my arms and legs, mumbling to myself at the possibility of any of you getting anything remotely close to a weapon around here*
I refuse to let you all get blood on my good floors...

Yes but considering , one only has an hour in total out their cell , it is better to relax and enjoy than to ruin it, also a hobby, I .. yeah never mind
*contemplates the idea then screws up her nose*
On one hand I get to be around knives, another hand I have a hobby
But it will take away my fresh air and nice weather
*looks down at my shoes and contemplates *
You have me interested in the idea Sir, but I have ONE condition

ya'll are like some depressed teenagers.
However- I'll take that over a bunch of rowdy insane people so...carry on

doesn’t bother even giving the man a look, heading for the corner he had since adopted as his own and sitting down, his legs curled under him.

Ah and here's another one-

*Notices the difference in his hair length but decides against saying anything*
I'm not even going to ask

steps out into the courtyard, his hair short from his lil chopping episode.

half an hour... wouldn't you think that's enough time to maybe, oh i dont know, pick up a hobby and do something else?
If you need something to do I can get you a mop and you can clean up the cafeteria floor.

*Folds my arms and sighs a little *
Fair enough, but even if you do not beleive , I will tell you the truth, I have been standing here doing nothing but observing for half hour hah

behaving you say... I'll believe it when I see it

Well you could say that Mister , but I am just enjoying the nice weather and behaving myself you know
*she sighs in content before leaning up against a brick wall*

alright, it's been pretty quiet, guess everyone is in their cell now huh?

She sighed upon hearing them speak english, she has no idea, but that did not stop her from observing, yet occasionally looking away to avoid being confronted with them by staring. Taking note of body language , she quietly copied a couple of times , only to shake her head, perhaps social interactions was not her thing at all , so she got up and walked around to stretch her legs , silently frustrated at herself but she shrugged it off , looking up at the courtyard's giant clock and smirked to herself, enjoying being outside for much longer than usual. "It is peaceful." She silently muttered to herself. "Days like this I wish I could stay out for longer than an hour." She gave a soft sigh, knowing that the moment she got caught, she would have sacrificed things, including the outside.

Felix wasn't too shocked as to the reason why he was open to counseling. When he was younger he was no stranger to therapist's trying to diagnose him with some type of disorder or slap on a label that would eventually harm him socially amongst his peers. Yet, in a place where everyone was mad, it couldn't... it couldn't be /that/ bad. Plus- Bangchan felt like someone Felix could oddly enough trust, despite him being an authority figure in this place. Replying in English- something he'd assumed he'd do automatically from now on- he responded in a soft yet steady voice. "I'm open to that... can we? Get's me out of that cell for longer too atleast.."

For a pleasant change, he had someone who was completely willing to come to one of their sessions and looking forward to it, at that? Enough to ask when they could speak next, at least which was a win in Chan's book. This was the part of his job that made him feel less like a pawn and more necessary. When the inmates spoke about their past, present, and or future openly and gave him real opinions. The excitement of it all took over and before he could truly think about it, he answered in English. "I'll be heading back to my office in a few minutes here. Maybe if you're ready, we can talk after freetime? If I put you on the schedule, someone will bring you over to the office."

"Ah, I see... I think it'd be nice to come in some time, especially knowing you're also an Aussie. Like I know it's good to talk about your feelings and how you're experiencing the world around you, but when you're stuck between four walls with only an hour of break, we're bound to go crazy at some point despite most of us already being a bit loose in ours screws." It all felt a bit redundant in his head. He knew on a societal stand point that he belonged in here, but in his own living and how he chose to live, it was normal. Letting out a soft sigh, the freckled boy knew he'd atleast get to stare at a handsome guy for however long the sessions last so he uttered, "When can I meet you than? Like... how soon?"

The question made his eyebrows turn in and he had to hold up his hands, shaking his head at the notion that they might only get to see someone during their free time. Though they were inmates, he thought that it'd be a bit cruel of the warden to make them eat, shower, and see a counselor all in one hour. Though that sounded like something he'd do, especially to the level threes. "I assure you, that is not how that will work. You're allowed to sign up for any time for any amount of time to come and speak with me. But you have to come a minimum of once a week. Max of three." He was eager to expand on why the young man felt he didn't deserve being locked up and made a mental note to ask if he ever attended his sessions.

His head snapped up in a matter of seconds upon hearing the familiar Aussie accent. Looking wide eyed like a deer caught in headlights, Felix turned his entire body to face the male and practically almost scooted closer before deciding against the rather embarrassing action. Calming himself down, he just pouted his lips in response, his eyebrows furrowing in addition as he spoke, continuing in English, "I understand that.. and I know you're just doing your job, but I just firmly don't believe I should be here in the first place. Plus, are we only allowed to have our sessions now during free time?"

He didn't know why the sudden mutter of English threw him off because this was something that he highlighted in the male's file not a day ago and if anything, his preferred name was a somewhat of a giveaway. Putting his questioning of the social relationship of the peers to the side, he decided to create what he hoped was an inviting opening and answered in English, same accent and all. "I don't see why no one likes the idea. It's a perfect way to be heard in an environment that doesn't usually provide an ear or shoulder."